Twenty-five years on tasting.

Good ruby color with some depth; it belies its age.  Rural and obstinately old-fashioned.  It smells and tastes like ’89: smoky-campfire, cooked-fruit, gibier.  The acidity is good.  A craggly minerality at the end, more hewn than detailed.  There’s civility now to its once resolute tannic-structure but this will always be a sturdy expression with a tilt towards the rustic.  Yet it stands for something: the unvarnished truth, Vougeot Cras in plain-speak.  You can still keep this.  Now – 2018.